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smiled at him before she stepped into the lift and allowed the door to close behind her.
    What did that smile mean? Was she ready for him to hunt her? He was more than ready.
    He dashed down the stairs.
    * * * *
    Allie slid across the tile floor of the apartment lobby. The click of Brock's paws scrambled down the stairs. Closer and closer. Her heart raced when she stepped through the automatic doors.
    Yes! As usual, a taxi waited at the curb of the hotel across the street. She hopped in.
    "Do you know Fonso's garage off I-85?” she asked.
    "Sure.” The driver nodded and pulled away from the curb.
    Allie reached for her purse. Damn. She'd rushed out without her wallet or money.
    I hope the hell the boss-man is there, or I'll have to borrow from the register .
    Wetting her dry lips, Allie angled toward the rear window. Her wolf skidded to a halt at the side of the road, thrust his snout into the air, and let loose a protracted wail.
    Under the light of the awning he stood, braving discovery. Before, she'd been too frightened to really focus on him. She didn't have long now, either, now that the taxi sped along the street. Such a magnificent creature. He was hers. She could not deny it any longer.
    His beautiful fur streaked with silver and glistened at the outer fringes. The light tips graduated to dark against almost black skin. His dark legs contrasted with his bright, sterling tail. Visible from this distance, arresting ice-blue eyes stared after the taxi.
    Darting between shadows, he loped down the street. The light accentuated his muscles while he bunched low on the ground, spread wide at full bore, and streaked after them
    "Breathtaking,” she whispered.
    "You say something?” The cabbie eyed her in the rearview.
    "Nothing,” she muttered and shook her head. The streetlights flicked by, and she remained quiet over the rest of the short ride, but her foot tapped restlessly on the floorboard, and she shifted in her seat.
    The chase was on. She needed to get Brock away from her apartment building and Max. Getting caught would be the icing on the cake.
    She laughed. The driver stared at her in the mirror again. She couldn't help it. All these years dreading Brock and she wanted to stop the car and go to him.
    Not vicious, the culture of the PACk only became deadly if danger threatened a mate or cub. Hierarchy loose, the alpha pair dominated but did not demand abject submission. Although, they did enforce obedience to their culture and moral codes. If those codes were broken, the Alphas could be brutal but never cruel. For the most part, the PACk led a peaceful existence in the southern Appalachians.
    Three years ago, her mother had been thrilled to learn Brock would return and marry her daughter. Unsure of her future and more than a little nervous, Allie had walked the forest to think. She'd spied a zealous wolf coupling with the male behind, teeth bared. Though PACk females readily submitted to their males, this male had been brutal and even drew blood when he bit her. In the end, the male mounted the female, furiously entering her while holding her down by the neck. Allie had nearly lost her lunch.
    Brock had returned that night and asked her to be his wife. She'd been frightened and disgusted at the thought of marrying something that fornicated as an animal. After a flat refusal, she'd fled. He might have been good-looking and hot as hell, but she couldn't handle the promise of feral sex and dominant play.
    For years, dark images and sharp teeth had filled her dreams. In her darkest visions, she'd run like a rabbit before being caught and ravaged by a werewolf.
    Now she'd seen his wolf, touched the man, and remembered the kind protector from her childhood. In the space of a heartbeat, his wicked tongue had awakened her buried need. With the last few minutes fanning the flames of desire, her remembered dreams also added fuel. She was on fire for him. Her panties were soaked, but she didn't care. The scent would lure him